Absalom, Absalom! is finished! Of all the texts I read for Modernism this semester, this is probaby my favourite, although I did enjoy Woolf's A Room of One's Own. After Ulysses, Faulkner is a breeze, and whilst I love Ulysses for various geeky reasons, Absalom, Absalom! comes out tops, so to speak, because it rattles me. I love the style, the cyclical story-telling, the incremental repetition. It's wonderful. I wonder if I should read The Sound and The Fury? I know Compton's fate deals itself in that novel as a result of the events in this one, but that spoils little for me. I knew the ending to Absalom, Absalom! by the third chapter. It didn't matter. As it turns out, I wasn't reading for the reveal.